AN: I want to clarify something in case I have confused you dear readers; these chapters are one-shots regarding what could happen to Shawn when he was shot with that gun in the first chapter. Here is the 6th Sense Chapter next Shawn will be de-aged and will be 5. The chapter after that he will be de-aged to 3.
Clairvoyance: the ability to gain information about an object, person, location or physical event through means other than the known human senses
-Small house 5 miles from the Psych office (7 A.M)-
"Emily, where did this game come from?" Janice Sterling asked her young child pointing at the finished jigsaw puzzle on the floor of her six year old daughter's room.
"The fairies found it and wanted to play." Emily stated looking up at her mother from her position on the floor.
"Where do the fairies live?" Janice asked her child.
"The fairies live under the tree in the backyard." Emily responded in confused tone, as though she thought her mother already knew the answer.
- (12:24 pm) Same Location-
While Janice was upstairs cleaning her child's room she started to hear the sound of giggling coming from within the closet.
"Who's there?" She asked in confusion knowing her little girl was in school and not in the house. Again giggling came from the closed closet so of course she went and opened the door but there was no one within the closet. She let out a breath of air trying to hide her fear. She closed the closet door and left the room. She decided to ignore the sound of the closet door opening by itself and the sound of giggling that resumed.
Around the time Janice was cleaning Emily's room her husband, mark, was in the master bedroom fixing the broken floorboards. He heard giggling coming from behind him and assumed it was his wife. When he turned around no one was behind him. Mark just thought it was his imagination and thought nothing more about the giggling he heard.
"Mark!" Janice called as she rushed down the stairs. Mark rushed out of the bedroom hearing the panic in his wife's voice.
"What is it Jan? What's wrong?" He asked worriedly. She took a few gasping breaths to calm herself before she answered him.
"When I was upstairs in Emily's room I heard giggling coming from the closet but when I looked no one was in there." Janice said in a rush. Mark frowned at her exclamation.
"I heard giggling too. Probably around the same time as you did. I think someone is trying to scare us out of the house. We should call the cops." Mark said soothingly.
- (12:48 pm) Same Location-
After Janice and her husband heard the sound of children giggling in different areas of the house while their daughter was in school, they called in the SBPD believing that someone was playing a prank on them. A tall lanky detective came to their house along with a young brunette male.
"I'm detective Lassiter. You called about a break in, correct?" The tall detective asked. Janice gave the brunette a questioning glance. Lassiter rolled his eyes at the smaller man.
"My name's Shawn Spencer. I'm a psychic that works with the SBPD." Shawn announced then he shivered, frowned and walked past Lassiter and Mrs. Sterling to the back of the house. The two followed him and the woman let out a shocked gasp when Shawn stopped in front of the tree Emily said the fairies lived under and just stared at it with his head cocked to the side. Lassiter glanced at Janice noticing her shock.
"What do you find so shocking?" The detective asked in annoyance.
"My daughter Emily said that her imaginary fairy friends live under this tree." The woman said in awe.
"They're not fairies" Shawn said as he turned around face strangely blank.
"Wha- what?" Janice spluttered at the young man's simple statement.
"They're not fairies" Shawn repeated. "They're entities of two twin Jewish girls who were murdered right here during the Holocaust about 71 years ago. However, those 'fairies' are not the only spirits here. I feel two more and they are dangerous. I suggest having them exorcised." Shawn said strangely subdued.
"Who are they? The bad spirits, I mean." Janice asked not noticing the detective roll his eyes and exit to check the front of the house for intruders.
"I have no idea who they are, but I know that they are the Nazi soldiers that killed those girls. I know someone who can help exorcise your house. Father Peter Westley has done many exorcisms and can help you with your problem." Shawn said helpfully.
"Oh, thank you so much Mr. Spencer. You have been a great help. How can we ever repay you?" Janice gushed gratefully.
"You're welcome Janice. And you can repay…" Shawn started but before he could ask her about being paid Carlton came back from the front of the house and dragged Shawn away.
"Come on Spencer. Quit pestering the woman about 'spirits and visions'." The detective said with a growl.
"But, Lassie!" Shawn whined. "I was about to get…" Shawn began but was interrupted by the detective.
"Do you want me to tell Henry you lied about having an appointment in order to escape fishing with him?" Lassiter asked threateningly. Shawn's eyes widened and he shook his head wildly as Lassiter started the car.
"Lassie, where are we going? My apartment's that way." Shawn asked nervously pointing in the opposite direction. Carlton smirked at the psychic's nervousness.
"Your father's house. He needs to know about a certain lie." Lassiter stated still smirking.
"But, you said you weren't going to tell." Shawn said in shock. The detective chuckled before he responded.
"I never said anything of the sort. I asked you if you wanted me to, not that I wasn't." Carlton said inwardly laughing as Shawn pouted.
AN: Who knew Lassie could be so devious? Next Chapter is the first of the two De-aging chapters. In that chapter Shawn will be five. Have not started on this yet but have some ideas.